Black is the night that covers me
Dark as the pit in my deepest pole
I thank my God who reigns on high
That conquered, he has my soul
In the fail clutch of circumstance
I've neither winced scarce shed a tear
For I've found joy in eternal stance
A philosophy void of fear
Though trials they come with deaf'ning sound
I sustain the bludgeonings of chance
With close-knit faith i try resound
My bloodied head now bowed
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